The awareness of guilt
The state of reticence
The manacle of restraint
That has accompanied me for years
Has vanished as a bubble does in thin-air
Only its fragments remain
In places of extreme solitude

Civilisation has separated us
Technology has sundered us
Imperialism has disunited us
I have lost my conscience
I have lost my rue
I thought I had freedom
But the reverse is the case

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Take to the streets in rags
Indiscernible from a lunatic
Except that I appear less filthy

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Steal from my fellow country-men
Relegating many into poverty
Without a hint of penitence

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Defiant to mother nature
Longing for repulsive coupling
With another who is gender-equal

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Commit crimes against humanity
Slaying my man-kind en masse
Only to satisfy my egomania

Your absence is killing me
But I know not
Your lack is bestialising me
But I fear not
Reality is only a lid away
It is more than a big shame
That not anymore can I find shame



Spoken Word Poetry by political activist
and poet, EFE PAUL AZINO


Justice has been kidnapped in my country
and nobody’s willing to pay her ransom
She was absent at the tribunal when the
verdict was given,
So the marauders were declared winners,
even though we know the votes were
Chaos convulses the land, we’re on the
verge of catastrophe, the tranquility’s been
We can’t even piece together the peace,
Justice has been kidnapped somebody
please call the police!
But my friends mock my naiveté
Poets that they are, they blaspheme,
Claiming the patriotic men in uniform are
part of the conspiracy.
Justice has been kidnapped in my country
and nobody’s willing to pay her ransom
When was she last seen? Errrr, I can’t
She was missing in the years of IBB when
Dele Giwa was blown to pieces,
She was absent when Abacha reigned and
Justice Auta hit the gavel, Saro Wiwa was
To hell with the critics.
Justice has been missing in my country for
so long,
The 4th republic gave us a made-up
version of her
But she was promiscuous and so wrong,
Worst of all she could see.
Distinguishing between foes and friends of
the government ,
Working through the hands of the EFCC.
Which reminds me,
Nuhu Ribadu was acclaimed her
champion, that dispensation’s faithful
Until wiki leaked, and we heard him sing
like a canary,
Humming a different tune before the
In fact, Justice has missing since the 1st
republic when Awo was thrown in prison
for treason,
Since the soil in Oloibiri bled oil,
And the windfall from the boom
accentuated our division.
Believe now
Justice has been lost since Nigeria was
A friend said he saw her at Mile 12, lately
When a pick pocket was mobbed and set
ablaze, maybe
That was Justice, but I’m still not sure,
Cos I see sticky manipulated politicians
and officials roaming free, even on TV,
sitting in the assembly were they make
Justice come home we miss you,
Justice come back we need you,
Justice we weep for everyday,
Even the Church can’t remember what you
look like
Though for you they fast and pray.
Activists and youths
Tweet, blog, even march on the streets in
protest for you,
But I don’t trust them, cos while their
leaders get famous
I still don’t see Justice free amongst us.
I wrote a poem for you Justice,
But I fear that’s the best I’m willing to do. I
guess I’m just as guilty.
Just as complicit as the politicians and
Judges, the police and all of civil society,
Who speak like they love you, but won’t
dare to bleed
To see you freed.
Justice has been kidnapped in my country
And for her freedom we’re not willing to
pay the cost
But until she’s found
We, my people, will be lost
Justice has been kidnapped in my country
And nobody, not even you, is willing to pay
her ransom.